Just a flickering in the distance,
A message from the universe
That there is something out there.
Darklight emissaries, distant worlds
Revolving – the past revealed.
But we do not see it for we shut out the night
Creating a second day of our own.
So is it any wonder that from within
Our self-imposed jail cells of illumination
We feel so alone.
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